So... As of today, I am moving to the south (wayyy south) to live with James(my brother in law)'s parents, if only for a few months. Then, if all else goes as i have been so hoping, Jodi from high school will be coming back to Calgary to live, and she and I will settle into our own place, indefinitely. To be living somewhere indefinitely, oh what a thought. Oh, what a dream. I am OH so tired of moving, and am merely 20. OH. while packing my bountiful stuff yesterday-packing, and sorting through- I found my high school yearbooks, and for about a half hour procrastinated and thought back of my high school days. Feeling very nostalgic, I laughed to myself about how I pulled the fire alarm (accidentally) in grade 12, and my principal wrote me off as "such a Knibbe"(this after the entire school went into disarray, and outside, in the snow, the classes all had to line up for this "unexpected fire drill, and I met the approaching fireman and, while directing him towards the pulled alarm, told him "by the way, it's not a real fire") , or how, in math class, (in grade 12, of COURSE)(everything that was anything happened in my "senior year")how I would get so stressed out during pure math 30, and would share it with the entire class,and one day my class sent me outside for a little "cool down period". Wow-longest run-on sentence EVER. But I can do that- it's MY journal. So, nostalgia. High school was such a different time. Such a bubble. Such a joke, really. I busted my BUTT during those three years, mostly for nothing. Although it should be useful soon, considering I am applying for school in the fall, taking what, I don't know. One thing at a time. I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, though-what a trickster I am. So.... things are coming together with the smoothness of mint jelly. That, and a little nostalgia. Mint nostalgia, if you will.